'illusory art' by Maya
static, immobile,
docile, yes-people,
that’s how they want us to be.
let’s not be static, immobile, docile, yes-people.
Archive for March 18, 2016
'illusory art' by Maya
memories,
leaden cargo hauled around,
at times fractured, splintered,
needling today,
tomorrow as well
'Illusory art' by Maya
talkin’ heartbreak blues … … …
jingling & a-jangling between insipid day & fungal night, rumbling from those spirituals of yore, in a time way yonder back before, you pirouetted into my days & my nights, when pain was felt, though never this deep, this raw, that rotten gnaw deep in my core, compelling me to scribble this scribble, as i hyperventilate & as my blistered mouth begins to dribble, these sentences, these words, these empty noises, barren drums, calling out, since you left, rendering me mutely bereft, just words, barren drums calling out to you, wherever you are & whoever you are today, now … … …
narcissistic selfie that is quite sad 😎
👍✌✊🌻🐹😊
sidestepping shards of splintered glass, beyond the haze of billowing grass,
yesterday came, as today left, leaving me empty within, bereft,
so take my hand and walk with me awhile, beyond the tears, smuggling in a faint smile,
who knows the paths we’ll weave, as time trickles through its merciless sieve,
so take my hand and we’ll walk awhile, a few steps today, and who knows, tomorrow may be many a mile … … …
ennui … … …
listless thoughts, meandering over jagged faultlines,
seeking respite, rolling to the sea,
to an outlet, an escape,
to be a speck, an infinitesimal part of the whole … … …
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